The Masque - Edge of Sanity

Wait till your boat goes down

That’s when you’ll need me most

Wait till your boat goes down

And you’re washed up on some foreign and

Unfamiliar coast

Yachting’s fine

Sailing round and round in social circles

In a sea of diamonds and wine

Wait till you need a shoulder

A girl’s best friend’s not any consolation

When you’re that much older

Skiing’s grand

Drawing classic lines around the millionaires

And moneymen from Switzerland

Wait till you need a shoulder

A girl’s fox furs won’t warm your heart